Do you even listen
to the echoes of your heart?
All the times you've beaten
those feelings in the dark?
Do you not hear the whimpers, the begs, the cries,
from all those bodies you burn and hide?
Or do you simply choose not to care
About the way their anger flares?
Then do you even listen
to the echoes of my heart?
The words and pleads I've written,
have they sunk like a broken ark?
All my life I've struggled to thrive
while you again and again crush my light.
Now all that's left in the air
is the shadows of things I don't dare.
- m.x.f.
Can you not see that you're suffocating me?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypoetry / prose / words there is a before to every after- this is mine, as m.x.f
